Thursday, December 12, 2013

#FrostonFriday Part 5

Hi Everyone!

Hope you're having a fabulous week :) Things are good here-- freezing, but good! I'm totally behind on my Christmas shopping, but my students' finals and research papers are graded and I am free for a month before classes start again!!!! Not that I'm excited by that fact or anything, LOL.

Anyway, I realized I hadn't put a kiss up for Chloe and Ethan yet and decided that it was way past time I remedied that fact. So, with no further ado, here's this week's #FrostonFriday :)Blurb:Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, Bared to You, and Release Me will be hooked on Ruined, an electrifying journey of emotional and sexual discovery that pushes two damaged souls to their breaking point—and beyond.

He’s the last man Chloe Girard should love . . . but the first she ever could.

He stole into my life like a dream. Turned my reality upside down and
made my every desire come true—especially those I never knew I had. He
demanded everything I had to give and gave me everything of himself in
return.

But dreams don’t last forever, and ours is no
exception. Because my nightmares are darker, and my wounds deeper, than I
could ever reveal. And as much as Ethan wants to protect me, the
secrets we we share will only tear us apart.

Advance praise for Ruined

“Heat sizzles off the page and the oh-so-sexy Ethan Frost will make you swoon!”—USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy

“No matter what Tracy Wolff writes, I’m hooked! Ruined
is a fabulously sexy story full of passion, intense emotion, and hope.
When it comes to billionaire bad boys that are to die for, Ethan Frost
is in a delicious league of his own.”—Bestselling author Virna DePaul

Excerpt:

His arms come around me then, and he’s kissing me, his mouth
skimming over my forehead, my cheeks, my jaw, my lips, my neck. I tilt my head
back to give him better access, then moan as he presses soft kisses over my
collarbone.

“Your heart’s beating fast,” he tells me, even as he delivers more
kisses to the rapid pulse at the hollow of my throat.

“I wonder why.”

He grins at me. “I don’t know. Maybe we should investigate.”

“I thought you already were.”

He drops more kisses over the base of my neck, darts his tongue out
and licks at my mouth, my jaw, the sensitive spot behind my ear. Then he
presses two fingers to my jugular. “It’s beating even faster now.”

I lift my hand to the center of his chest, feel the steady but rapid
boom-boom-boom
of his own heart. “Yours isn’t exactly slow, you know.”

“You didn’t expect anything different, did you, when I’ve got you pressed up against me, all soft and sexy and
sweet-smelling?”

“Wow,” I say with mock gravity. “How very sibilant of you.”

“Not to mention charming.”

I look away, feign an interest in the landscape that I’m far from
feeling. I even manage to fake a small yawn.

“So that’s the way you want to play it, hmm?” He grabs my hands,
gently turns me to face him.

I look at him then, really look at him, and realize that the darkness—the
remoteness—that has been in his eyes all day has vanished. In its place is the
lightness I’m used to. And something else. Something more. I don’t know what it
is, and I couldn’t describe it even if I wanted to. But whatever it is, it’s
got me trembling all over again. Has my breath catching in my throat and my
brain slowly moving into meltdown territory.

And then he’s kissing me, really kissing me, and nothing in my life
has ever felt better.

I tilt my head, open for him. Relish the feel of his lips.
Tantalizing. Taking all the broken shards of me I have to offer and giving me
pieces of him in return.

I wrap my arms around him, tugging at his simple white T-shirt until
I manage to pull it free from his jeans. I want to feel him, want to put my
hands on all that warm, golden skin. To slide my fingers over it and feel him
tremble in response.

Ethan gasps as I finally manage to press my hands against the hard,
muscled planes of his back. There’s nothing in between us now, no fabric
barricade to get in the way of my touching him.

I skim my fingers up his spine, then back down again. I circle
around to the front, to the six-pack that he’s rocking and the delicate little
happy trail that stretches from his belly button down into the front of his low-rise
jeans.

I want to follow it, to delve deeper until I’m touching him. Until
his long, hard cock is in my hand and I’m bringing him the same pleasure that
he’s already given me.

I close my eyes, lean into him. Press my mouth more firmly against
his to deepen the kiss, even as my thumb brushes back and forth against the
sensitive skin of his lower abs. Ethan groans deep in his throat, and I want to
go farther. To drop to my knees in front of him, take him in my mouth and feel
the ecstasy as it pulses through him.

But even as I think it, even as I imagine what it would be like to
have Ethan in my mouth, in my throat, other images crowd in. Images of Brandon
forcing me to my knees, his hands tangled in my hair as his mouth spewed vile
words and demands.

I stiffen right away, and the desire I’m feeling vanishes in the
space between one breath and the next. Ethan drops his arms, steps back, then
smiles ruefully as he tucks his shirt back into his jeans. “You make me forget
that we’re in a parking lot in broad daylight.”

I feel my shoulders sag in relief. Yes, I tell myself. Let him think
I stopped because of where we are, not because of who I am. Not because of a
past I just can’t conquer, no matter how much I want to.

“You okay?” he asks when I don’t say anything. His palm skims down
my arm until he gets to my hand. Then he entwines his fingers with my own.

“Yeah.” My voice is still husky—with desire or fear, I’m not sure
which. I decide not to dwell on it. Why bother when doing so won’t give me any
more answers than I already have?

“You want to get out of here?”

I think about his question, turn it over in my head. Then reach a
very unexpected conclusion. “You know what I really want to do?”

“What?”

I point across the landscaping, deep into the heart of Balboa Park. “Go
to the zoo.”